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15 ◈ spam & voice
May. 6th, 2015 10:48 pm[It's like waking up, except he doesn't remember falling asleep. Everything is the same: a cabin, one that was empty for a little while, fills up again, the contents the same as they had been before. One large bed in the eaves of a great house, dark sheets, white walls, and one man lying on the perfectly made bed, sleeping.]
[When he wakes, he stares up at the ceiling and remembers - something, he thinks it was a dream, the echoes of time and space in his mind forming some manner of hallucination. He thinks he was somewhere dark and pressure-heavy for a while, somewhere he couldn't get out of. But maybe it was just a night terror. God knows he's earned some.]
[He dresses slowly, makes his way to the door as if he's going to breakfast. In fact, he gets through a full half-hour of his daily routine before he notices something's different, and almost spills his coffee.]
[The broadcast comes from the dining hall, lazy and only a smidge irritated.]
What the hell did y'all do to this place in eight hours?
[When he wakes, he stares up at the ceiling and remembers - something, he thinks it was a dream, the echoes of time and space in his mind forming some manner of hallucination. He thinks he was somewhere dark and pressure-heavy for a while, somewhere he couldn't get out of. But maybe it was just a night terror. God knows he's earned some.]
[He dresses slowly, makes his way to the door as if he's going to breakfast. In fact, he gets through a full half-hour of his daily routine before he notices something's different, and almost spills his coffee.]
[The broadcast comes from the dining hall, lazy and only a smidge irritated.]
What the hell did y'all do to this place in eight hours?
